Blessed with dreams so deep,
maples emerge from sleepy fogalight with fire of sweeping sunno hellfire of damnationbut tempering heat of nature’s thought
It’s not that I think my day-to-day life isn’t interesting enough to write about. It is, at least it is to me. I like writing about…
Humidity percentage: Gym shower
The Watcher
Who sits upon the wall?
Watching the watchers,
Her twirling leaves on windows tapped,inviting me outside.Unsettled, fall was on the run,the wayward wind, her ride.
